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Teddy Bang

By: Caramel Wish



I awoke my usual time again this morning...7am, feeling the usual flicker of warmth emitting from between my legs. Occasionally I experience the unbearable portion of it and sometimes if I ignore it, it goes away. I bet you already know what "it" is, but if you don't I'll tell you. "It" is the need to feel something hard rubbing on my clit. "It" is the need to feel light touches grazing my nipples..."It" is the need to be teased to point of be agonizing. And then "it" is the need to reach an all-consuming, satisfying release. But, unfortunately, I cannot come to that gratifying conclusion. I am a 25 year-old computer technician whose only companionship is 3 stuffed animals that share my Queen size bed with me. My tiger, Sebastian, a big 5ft long stuffed animal with an extending long tail, that's 5ft on its own. And then there is of course the standard Mickey and Pooh bear, both 2.5ft. Me being the shy person that I am could never acquire the nerve to by a dildo, even though I was bold enough to purchase several vhs tapes of pornography, which I might say is gratifying only for a couple of minutes before it looses its excitement. 

So here I am back with my dilemma...how to get off without a man or a dildo. And I am so tired of using the finger, which is going limp from over kill. Lying on the bed, hands butter flying over my clit...wondering and wondering what to use, what will "kill" this desire to be screwed. My eyes start to skim over the items in my room...a couch, dresser, TV, chessboard, novels, candles...nothing. My head turns to the left. Ding! I look at the nose protruding from my stuffed animal Mickey. Hmmm. Can this do, will it work...I'm wondering.

"Mickey my dear, would you like to help mama with a little problem," I say as I pick him up. 

His only reply is a big grin that is forever etched on his face. I take that to mean a yes. 

I get up and place him in a sitting position facing me. I slowly lick my lips and rub my hands over my chest. 

"Would you like to see my breast, Mickey?" Again, with the grinning yes, he replies. 

I unbutton my silk Vicky pajama top, revealing my black-laced bra that encases my 38 C breast. I take Mickey's white-gloved clad hand and skim it over my bra. I stick one of my fingers in my mouth and make wet circles on my left nipple while having Mickey play with the other breast. I lean down and lick that wonderful nose of his. It's the size of a pear. Nice, rounded...and so, so hard. 

I lay down and spread my legs, still with my underwear on. 

"Mickey, baby, I want you to rub that rigid tool against mommy's pussy." Mickey brings his head turned my cunt and rubs his nose against is gently at first. The tease is so electrifying. Again he moves his nose against my pussy a little harder now. Causing me to bring my hips up to meet his penetration. I move Mickey and lay him down on his back. The underwear is now gone. I straddle Mickey's face. I can smell the scent of my wetness in the room. 

"Mickey, baby, I'm gonna ride your fucking face till I come." 

At first, I touch my wetness against his nose gently. "Mmmmmm, that feels so good," I groan. But the teasing is not enough. 

I sit completely on his nose now. Moving back and forth, back and forth. I can feel the intensity building up. 

"Yes, Mickey, take my pussy!" I start to pound his face with my wetness. I can't wait to come I'm thinking. The bed is shaking, my breast of bobbing up and down vigorously with my movements. I slam down on his face harder and harder and harder. I can feel it coming...

"O God, O God. Give it to me you fucker, make me come."

"Yes, Yes, Yes!" 

I'm grinding now. Harder than before. I can barely sit up straight. The waves of pleasure washing over my body are too much. 

"O God, here I come. I'm coming, I'm coming."

I explode and gush all over Mickey's nose, but I'm still riding it. Have to come a second time, and wham!!

My body goes limp with ecstasy. My heart is beating fast. I slide off of Mickey's nose, to the side of his body. I lick my juices off his nose. 

"Did you enjoy my pussy Mickey?" Again, his answer is yes.

I raise my head up and my other two stuff animals are lying on the floor. Mysteriously facing both Mickey and me. 

I smile to myself and say, "Mickey I think they're jealous. Maybe we'll do a teddy bang next time."

"How do you feel about sharing your pussy, with your brothers?" 

All Mickey does is smiles.

Teddy Bare in Captivity



Whilst this is written as a story that can stand on its own it is also a continuation of an earlier submission 'the bad Teddy Bare.'




Oh joy. I have, for the first time in my life, a real live supplicant of my very own. Now just fancy that if you can. Me, Christine Walters, fat, fifty and widow of this parish has pulled a dishy slim young man of twenty odd years with a passion for big bouncy boobs, plump thighs, well rounded bottoms and navy blue knickers, especially navy blue knickers. Well I have all of those and plenty of them. Oh and he likes watching women through his binoculars, good job I've discovered that I rather enjoy being watched, with all my pounds and years it's quite flattering. His wife, well she's not going to cater for him. She hasn't the figure, she's all skin and bone. She hasn't the time, she's too busy climbing the greasy pole of success. Even if she had the time I cannot imagine she'd have the inclination, role play would be well beyond her imagination, unless of course there was money to be made from it. I already had the distinct impression that for them sex had become repetitive and conservative. So my supplicant, Teddy Bare, so named because he is called Ted and he has to be naked in my presence, will do anything I, his kind and indulgent Auntie Christine, tells him to.

I did have a husband until he went and died, my Arthur. He was quite adventurous in bed but no supplicant and I'm pretty certain that I would not have wanted him if he had been. Face it, when you're fat, female and fifty, OK fifty odd, a supplicant is great for sucking your nipples, even better for licking your sweet moist sex and does the most amazing things for your ego, not to mention your libido. On the other hand, if you're twenty and trying to buy a washing machine or put up shelves a supplicant is exactly what you do not need alongside of you.

Teddy Bare has confessed to me that he needs me and I intend to keep it exactly that way. Not least because I have discovered that the feeling of power his pathetic obedience to me engenders is so vitalising! Also, I am beginning to need him and I am definitely going to prevent him from finding that out.

Today I have to see Ted but, unfortunately, not as my little Teddy Bare. Today I have to lop a mass of branches that straddle my hedge and then extend over his garden from some of my apple trees. Sadly, this morning he has to be my good neighbour Ted and I'm simply Christine across the back. Anyway it would be too soon. I'm going to make him wait before I allow him to satisfy his darker lusts: that ought to keep him on his knees.

I telephoned Ted at ten to ask if he had the time to hold the ladders for me. He assured me he did but wanted to know what he was to call me. I explained, "outside of my house it's Christine or Mrs. Walters, dependent upon the circumstances. It's only when you cross my threshold that I become your Auntie Christine and you are transformed into my Teddy Bare." I dressed especially for the occasion in clothes picked to lead poor Ted by the nose. I donned an old, somewhat threadbare blouse which did rather show my nipples, flat shoes, a denim skirt and a pair of big baggy navy blue knickers. Well I had plenty of the those now; I had made them especially for him earlier in the week, after I had winkled out his not so little fetish.

I tootled round to his back door but before I knocked I undid most of the buttons down my blouse to give Ted a clear view of my cleavage. His unwavering stare made his appreciation of my attention to this little detail all too obvious. Naturally, whilst he held the ladders and I snicked away with the secateurs he gazed up my skirt, gawping longingly at my voluminous navy blue knickers.

"Terrific vista from your garden Ted, you can see it all" I teased.

"The best in the neighbourhood at this time of year," he replied.

"Good to see clear blue above, Ted, not a cloud in sight." I called.

"Oh really? I thought there might be rain later it looked a little damp to me," and so our banter went on.

I only alluded to our liaison directly once, when I was leaving at around one o'clock, "could you pass a message on to Teddy Bare?" I asked Ted.

"Certainly Christine," he replied, keeping in role and managing to maintain a straight face.

"Tell him his Auntie Christine says he is not to stroke or play with his little winkle until four o'clock today. When he does come out to play he is to wear those old blue knickers and nothing else. Don't worry he'll know the ones."

"I'll be sure to make certain he gets the message right away," Ted answered.

"Thank you Ted, don't work too hard this afternoon and you simply must pop in for afternoon tea and cake again sometime soon. I really enjoyed your last visit, I hope you did to? I'll give you a tinkle when it's convenient."

"I most certainly did," he laughed, "I'm always available to munch on your delicious creamy buns, just give me a ring when it suits you."

It was going to be a long afternoon so, after my lunch of stilton on Carr's Table Water biscuits and lemon tea, I baked; cupcakes for the little footballers next door but one. I find baking soothes me and that afternoon it kept me pleasantly distracted and my eyes off the clock until it was time for my shower at half past three. Actually, between lunch and baking I did slip up to my back bedroom but only to set the video camera up ready for later.

At twenty to four I commenced my fitness regime, twenty minutes on my exercise bike and then a workout on the step, all done in my back bedroom, which Ted could easily see into from a window in his attic. There he was, looking ridiculous in just my navy blue knickers which covered, but did nothing to conceal, the huge bulge inside of them. As per Auntie Christine's instructions he would have to just watch me peddle away in my bra and baggy knickers until four o'clock. Naturally this session, featuring Ted's debut of wearing women's underwear was one I was going to immortalise with that video camera.

I clutched the remote control and as my legs trundled round and round I zoomed the camera in and out slowly. By doing this the view recorded alternated between a close up of him, binoculars to his eyes, and general view of me with him in the background, establishing beyond all doubt that it was me that he was watching. At four o'clock I zoomed out the video camera, stopped my cycling and removed my bra and my knickers making sure that I kept in the frame of the camera. Then, once free of my underwear, I zoomed back in on Teddy.

When I began my naked step ups, bang on four o'clock, he commenced pumping away at his todger for dear life. When he reached his orgasm it was blatantly obvious, although the view of him climaxing was not quite so explicit as it were in some of my previous recordings of his voyeuristic spurtings. Still there could be no doubt about what Ted had just done, and to confirm this there was now a nice dark stain spreading over the front of his knickers, just above the now soft bulge inside. Finally I zoomed out for a final time and did a little pirouette, pausing to make a small bow to the camera when I was facing it. After that I crossed over to the chest of drawers, took out my wonderful big silver vibrator and, to ensure he knew my intent, waved it at Ted before I retired to the bed in a back corner of the room and disappeared from his view.

That vibrator felt absolutely delicious as I held it against the slot of my sex set to its maximum setting. Moreover, watching Ted make such a fool of himself - poor man tossing himself off in those big blue knickers - had set my juices flowing ever so liberally, they were simply gushing. And yes, the climaxes my big silver toy extracted from my prone frame still chased one another through my writhing body causing me to shout my joy unrestrainedly, sometimes even causing me to scream as it gradually relieved me of my pent up tensions; so don't misunderstand the next bit wrong.

Vast as my pleasure had been the effects were as intense as they had been when Teddy Bare pressed the vibrator into my slippery sex. Rolling and twisting your own nipples is nice but it is simply not as good as having a man suck upon them. Moreover, I just could not bare to force the vibrator against my clitoris as tightly as Teddy had held it there. To extract the maximum delight from that buzzing phallus I would have to have Teddy Bare return and my body demanded that that happen soon.

After I had taken all I could stand, and had enjoyed little rest, I revelled in a second session with my still extraordinarily stimulating vibrator. That subsequent series of climaxes left me spent and sleepy, it always does, so I took a little nap before I crawled to the bathroom. There, under the invigorating hot jet of the power shower I considered and contemplated. I could not really ask Teddy Bare over tomorrow it was, so very disappointingly, too soon. I was sorely tempted to as well, I really wanted him to make me come but I did not want to give him any hint of my dependency. As far as I was concerned he had to believe that it was he who needed me.

Saturday and Sunday were obviously out; Sandra, his beloved, would be home. It would have to be Monday. Then on Monday I could spice it up, I could set Teddy Bare a task, something that would make him humiliatingly hard and keep him that way until he arrived at my house. Better still if I made it Tuesday when I saw him I could keep him hard for the whole of Monday and most of Tuesday. When he finally arrived before me mother naked he would be so desperate before I had even laid a finger upon his luscious body. Could I last that long? That was a good question. I steeled myself, if I made a real effort I could and the resulting orgasms would more than compensate me for my forbearance.

Friday I quite maliciously disappointed Ted. I kept my bra for my exercises on both the bike and the step and then I went to the master bedroom to play with my little toy. These denied him any sight of my pendulous breasts or well rounded buttocks. Once I had twisted and twitched my way through a long train of noisy orgasms I thought about texting Ted to let him know that he was going to be set a task to perform. Unfortunately I became so moist as, character by character, I composed his ordeal that I just had to stop and give myself a second series of more gentle climaxes with my not-so-little silver rod. It was only after that that I found I could concentrate effectively.

Here is the message he received. 'Teddy Bare. After Sunday night no more climaxes for you until I see you on Tuesday at 2.30 pm prompt. Until then every two hours between 10 am and 4 pm on Monday and 10 am and 2 pm on Tuesday, inclusive, stand near your window where I can see you wearing just my knickers and stroke your penis for 10 minutes.'

The weekend crawled along so slowly. With Sandra around I did not dare to tease Teddy Bare too much, if she caught me the game would be up for both of us. Worse Teddy might try to become a permanent fixture and that would never do, no one can tease for ever. Saturday really crawled. In the morning weeding the garden and dead-heading provided some solace and by wearing my big blue shorts it afforded me a small opportunity to tease Ted. Unfortunately my jobs were all too soon completed. The afternoon really began to drag. I already had a surfeit of cakes so baking was out of the question and in the end, out of sheer desperation, I took myself off to the shops in the big city.

As I wandered around the giant shopping complex I plucked up courage and actually went into an Anne Summers shop. Aside from the underwear, the clothes were rather cheap looking and ill made on the whole, especially the more exotic uniforms. The vibrators were more interesting but they did not have one quite as large as mine. The 'door knobs' were weird, so much so that I asked one of the young ladies what they were. She laughed and said, "you stick them in you bottom."

"What?" I expostulated, they're huge!"

"Well some of our customers are very keen on them. We have some nice beads that are a lot smaller if you want to try. Use plenty of lube, we sell that too, and it gives you a really nice feeling."

I thanked her and scuttled off as soon as I decently could. The shop had, however, given me some ideas so I re-visited John Lewis where I purchased a length of black felt, a length of black cotton, a small piece of black silk and a long length of white cotton cord. On my way home I remembered helping 'my Arthur' with DIY and slipped into Homebase to spend an interesting twenty minutes in the hardware section. Not many other women in that section I can tell you. 

Sunday was better than Saturday, I joined my walking group on a long circular tramp around Jarrod's Hill and Bluebell woods. It was about fifteen miles in total and took my mind off things. The group is nearly all women but never mind. The birds sang for me. I took some fine snaps of the old packhorse bridge over the river. We stopped for lunch at a little country pub and I treated myself to a second half of bitter; any more and, sadly, walking becomes rather hard work. As I tramped along I began to formulate a new plan but, unlike either myself or the cheddar cheese in my ploughman's lunch, it needed to mature.

In the afternoon I chatted to two members who I new vaguely, Cheryl Thompson and Evelyn Goodchild. Cheryl Thompson's Chris has been dead longer than my Arthur and she's often good company: if only she would keep quiet about her two 'boys'. They're in their thirties and seem to lead pretty tedious lives; very much like Ted really. I rather lost the thread of her revelations after that thought. It was hot, flies buzzed by lazily and I had tippled at lunchtime. As I plodded along I pondered if they, Cheryl's boys, would prove as easy as Ted was to seduce. They both sounded like they might not mind having their dull routines spiced up with a dash of the torrid, after all their wives sounded, well to be charitable, unadventurous and unimaginative.

When I returned to the land of the living Evelyn was telling Cheryl how lonely she was without Ronald. He had only died a couple of years before and she still missed him badly. I sympathised but life goes on and I soon returned to my fantasy of seducing those two grey sons. Lure them in with pie, no man can resist a good pie. Yes start your seduction with a pie and you'll melt their little hearts. Perhaps if Sandra could be lured out of the way I could make Ted a pie, deep flaky pastry, golden crust, with lots of melt in the mouth steak and lashings of onion gravy.

I became so self absorbed that I began to wonder if I might have lost favour with Evelyn and Cheryl but I restored my stripes when we stopped for a break. I offloaded a pile of the surplus cakes I had baked earlier in the week onto them. Evelyn, who was slender, praised them to the skies. Cheryl simply complained about how fat she would get but still ate two of the largest ones. I suggested vaguely that lonely Evelyn come over for afternoon tea one day, the way one does and I even took her number, but my heart was not in it. When I reached home once more I actually baked a pie. A steak pie with lots of mushrooms in it all wrapped in a golden crust, one that could be consumed hot or cold. By the time it had cooled Sunday was, more or less done.

Monday arrived and the time passed far more quickly, I had Teddy Bare to watch. Ten o'clock on the dot there he stood wearing my blue knickers stroking his very stiff manhood. He went slower and slower until, by the end of his allotted ten minutes, his hand was scarcely moving as he stroked. I grinned and waved. Then I stood on my exercise step, turned my back to him and lifted the hem of my dress to show him that I too had some big blue knickers on, accompanied by black stockings, red suspenders and a strip of bare white flesh.

Midday. Ted's hand barely moved. At the end of that pathetic performance I texted him, 'stroke the full length of your penis in future or Tuesday's date will be postponed. PS no pauses between the strokes either'. Two o'clock arrived. You have never ever seen a man masturbate so slowly in all your life. To add to his agony as he cranked I stood on my step, unzipped my dress and allowed it to waft to the floor. Next I peeled off my bra, ever so gradually, until my ample assets finally tumbled free and bounced softly and rhythmically. When they settled I wiggled my shoulders just sufficiently to set my bare boobs, along with their tightly budded red nipples, jiggling seductively from side to side.

The video of this performance, in which I could at last see Ted's face clearly, was a classic. You could see my state of undress mirrored in his grimaces. As I shrugged off my dress he stiffened and kept his head very still his face a mask of effort and concentration. As my bra came off he reddened but not with a blush, no he screwed up his face almost as if he were about to cry, a look of pure frustration. When I allowed my bosoms to sway so languorously he began to sweat quite profusely. Well now, if he was in such a state at two o'clock, come four I'd just have to up the ante, a definite challenge.

That Monday it was my resolve that was shattered by Ted's task. I had vowed that I would not pleasure myself until the four o'clock show was completed but reviewing the DVD of his two o'clock performance broke me. Watching Ted's anguish as he had to play with his little toy with no prospect of any reward at the end was too much for me. Thick white mucus was dribbling down my legs, my pussy was literally squelching with my desire, actually it was farting but I'm too polite to put it so explicitly. When I took my knickers off the gusset was almost black with my juices. I'll save them for Ted I thought. 

Then I had a better idea. I'd not just save my navy blue knickers for Ted I'd continue to wear them all day and then again on Tuesday. I wondered if Ted would like to take them home with after his visit tomorrow? I did waver, however. They'd be so smelly and, more to the point, so might I. But Ted might even like that. In the end I decided to give it a go and see what his reaction was. Anyway after that show I could no longer resist the lure of my big silver buzzer. I was in love with that vibrator, it made me climax so hard and so often. When I was really turned on, and after watching Ted's performance on my latest DVD I most definitively was, I could hardly tell if I were undergoing a succession of very powerful closely spaced orgasms or just one long continuous one whose intensity fluctuated rapidly. What I had not realised was how much noise I made when I used it. Today, I found out.

Instead of lying on the bed as I had always done previously I sat in the big arm chair in the corned of my bedroom. Naughtily, I fixed up my video to record my responses so that I could watch myself afterwards. What a performance. Oh there was all the usual sighing and panting and moaning and groaning. Then there was the sucking in and hissing out of air between clenched teeth but that too is also normal when orgasms are intense ones. It was the sobbing, hysterical hiccupping, for want of a better description, and occasional scream that shocked me; I had had no idea. And the language, I didn't even know I ever used some of those phrases. It didn't employ especially foul language and 'yes' and 'oh yes' came into it a lot: alright, almost exclusively. 'Jesus fucking God', 'oh shit that's so good' and 'oh God, Sweet Jesus, yes' with the final 's' hissed out like an angry cat, those I did not consider to be appropriate behaviour for demure Auntie Christine.

Another thing; the DVD made clear how much I sweated! I oozed, I glistened, then I poured. This was no lady like glow this was approaching meltdown. My brow then my cheeks, my breasts then my belly, my thighs; they all became slick with sweat. Well my thighs were a bit of a mixture really and they were a little bit more sticky than the other areas. No wonder that after a session with my shiney silver toy I looked like a limp rag and was driven by an overpowering compulsion to shower.




Teddy Bare in Captivity



Despite all of these I still could not make myself climax as forcefully as Teddy Bare had done. For that exquisite, though practically unbearable, full release I needed him every bit as much as he needed me. Still he must not know that, his compulsion was the source of my power and without that power my pleasure would also be dampened. I ran that DVD through again, first Teddy Bare's frustration as he played with himself so fruitlessly and then my lascivious response to his frustrations and a plan began to form. I ate cold pie with hot home made thick chips for supper and the plot began to thicken. I listened to a live concert on radio three as I prepared éclair cases. When these were done I retired to the loft and began my first DIY project and, by the time the last movement of the last piece was ended my machinations were complete. Poor Teddy Bare, just how kinky was he? I mused. Very, I hoped.

I needed an early start Tuesday, I had run out of double cream and I had to buy some to fill my éclairs and then give them time to set, all before Ted's first performance. Thank heaven's for modern supermarkets I had my cream by seven thirty. Why the rush you might wonder? After all Teddy was not due at my house until half past two. The hurry was because I wanted an éclair ready by ten.

As he started his now painfully slow strokes of that monstrously distended cock I sauntered into my back bedroom braless once more. But instead of some exotic performance causing my appendages to wobble and bobble lugubriously, I nibbled both ends off one of my éclairs, and proceeded to extract the cream with my tongue from one end. Of course as I lapped and slurped, cream oozed from the other end of the confection plopping onto my bare breasts in generous dollops.

I could not have planned it better. In my haste I had not noticed that the chocolate had not set properly. As the fat blobs of cream slopped onto my bare flesh the chocolate sauce began to dribble over it. My bosom was becoming coated in a sensuous mess of thick white whipped cream decorated with rivulets of dark brown chocolate. It was a pity that Ted was not there to lick it away for me; had he been my nipples would have made all the bullets in the world appear soft nosed in contrast. By ten past Ted was visibly sagging at the knees, poor Teddy Bare.

Shower time. I was spending a lot of time in my shower but it was a lovely big power shower so I didn't mind this. Four hours to go, the time crept by; seconds were as minutes and minutes as hours. As ever in a crisis it was time for a cup of tea and a chocolate digestive. I was so tense I even permitted my self to dip my biscuit in my tea, normally I consider dunking to be common and eschew the practice. I had my next performance and the final one all planned out. Despite this I was worried because Ted's visit would have to be extemporised as I had no idea how he would respond to my, by now somewhat niffy, knickers.

Midday arrived at last. As Ted very gingerly worked his foreskin up and down his jutting shaft I entertained him. I stood naked upon my exercise step and began to thumb my nipples. This, I quickly realised, was a mistake. It was making me far too randy far too quickly. My already sloppy sex began to gush. I felt thick droplets dribble down the insides of my thighs and I knew this was not sweat. I was torturing myself every bit as much as Ted was torturing himself. No, I ordered myself you are not going to come. I forced my legs wider apart, I had been using my plump thighs to squeeze my sex and I was gradually raising myself to an orgasmic state. How I compelled myself to start rolling my blood engorged teats between my fingers and thumbs I don't know but I did. Once time was up I simply lay on my back, legs carefully splayed wide apart, panting and collecting my non-naughty thoughts together. Such thoughts were few, far between and took some harvesting.

One last session, well for me. It would be a while before Auntie Christine would grant Teddy Bare his reprieve. For that final session I stroked and rolled a nipple once more but now pretended to play with my completely juiced up sex. I had intended to gently rub a finger between my lips and slip it inside of myself. This was a folly, a single attempt turned my legs to rubber and I narrowly missed a triggering a very powerful orgasm. 'Concentrate woman concentrate,' I wanted to capitulate and immerse myself in sweet bliss. My head and my clitoris were, for once, in complete accord; they both begged to be allowed that delicious surrender. I realised I could pretend. Teddy Bare had given up watching me he held the binoculars in place but I could tell his eyes were screwed tightly shut. He could not bare to watch anymore of my taunting and teasing.

We both desisted from stimulating ourselves the second we could. I raced for my bedroom to prepare myself as Ted disappeared. I towelled myself off vigorously leaving my natural odours intact. Black stockings, red suspenders and matching red bra, my stale big blue knickers and an unseasonable, knee length, woollen skirt, I was dressed. I brushed my hair carefully and applied a little eye-liner and some lipstick, mascara and nail polish had been taken care of earlier.

I snatched up the all important DVD together with my wonderful silver best friend forever and descended the stairs hastily. I first went to the kitchen, filled the kettle and cut the cake, the other things for the tea were already arranged on a tray. I wanted everything to be perfect. As I passed the radio I switched it on, just allowing it to play quietly in the background. I slipped the DVD into the video, sat down, hid that long silver phallus under a cushion, arranged my skirt decorously and picked up a newspaper. As I found a page near the middle I heard Teddy Bare entering the house by the front door.

He had followed my instructions, when he entered the room he was as naked as the day he was born. Unlike on his natal day, his tool jutted out before him twitching up and down with a rhythm all of its own, it looked like a rumba. He looked at my feet, he was feeling shy again.

"Good afternoon Teddy Bare."

"Good afternoon Auntie Christine," he mumbled self consciously.

"You sound breathless, perhaps you should go and make the tea while you recover from your long journey."

"Yes Auntie Christine." He disappeared. I assumed he knew where the kitchen was and in any event he returned some ten minutes later bearing the loaded tray and placed it on a low table next to my chair. He was still breathless and his cock, which was rock hard and gnarled with thick blue veins, continued to twitch like a thing possessed.

"Sit," I waved at a patch of floor near my feet. "I'll be mother. Milk I remember, does my little Teddy Bare take sugar?".

"No thank you Auntie Christine."

I poured the milk into the cups first than added the tea. I handed Teddy his cup and saucer, "a slice of seed cake for Teddy Bear?"

"Oh yes please Auntie Christine," some animation re-entered his voice. Desperate lust or no desperate lust, he was not going to give up his slice if he could avoid it.

As we sipped, chewed and swallowed I remarked casually, "you've been a naughty Teddy Bare again, haven't you?"

"Yes Auntie Christine," he gulped; if her were acting it was a superb depiction of remorse.

"Here just watch your perverted self," I set the DVD playing and there he was, red in the face and trying desperately not to come. "Look how slowly you stroke that dick of yours. Was that an agony for my poor little Teddy Bare?"

His erect shaft redoubled its bobbing motions as he stammered out, "it was hell Auntie Christine. Making me play with myself and never letting me come. You were a cruel Auntie Christine to abuse your soft Teddy Bare so!"

"Yes, but in a way it was kind of you, look what you did for your old Auntie Christine," and the DVD now showed my performance when I was sat in the chair. It was every bit as explicit and rude as the first time I had seen it and Teddy Bare's saucer trembled so much he almost upset his tea. We sat in companionable silence as I played the DVD through once more, but we were eyeing one another up like two voracious predators.

"Perhaps Teddy would like to help his Auntie out of her blouse."

"Yes please Auntie Christine," he growled, anticipating action at last. He stood up and began to unbuttoned my top.

I grabbed hold of him, dragged him toward me and hissed, "a kiss first for your old auntie!" I offered him no chance to reply as I gagged him with my tongue. He thrust back and soon we were exploring one another's mouths with a passion that was adolescent in its intensity. As we kissed he, unbidden, completed his original task and removed my blouse. The bold young pup even began to remove my bra, I tensed but then decided not to dampen his ardour. Instead I fanned his flames: I tickled his scrotum with my finger nails.

He yelped and sprang away crying, "please Auntie Christine don't. Please! It makes my seed boil and if you're not really careful I'll come. I'm really sorry but I won't be able to control myself."

"Then you'd best not make a mess," I chided but I stopped anyway. I was not ready to let him come just yet. "Well Teddy Bare perhaps you'd prefer to lick my pussy?"

"Yes please Aunty Christine," and his head disappeared up my skirt quicker than a startled rabbit scampers into its burrow. As instructed at our last encounter he pulled the gusset of my navy knickers aside and proceeded to lick my already sopping wet slot. Fortunately for me he kept away from my clit and concentrated on the swollen lips that surrounded my sex, drawing them into his mouth by turn and sucking hard. My thighs turned to rubber, my knees to jelly and I began to flow even more productively. He slid his tongue downward and proceeded to lap up my juices which only served to make them run yet more rapidly still.

I pulled the silver vibrator from its hiding place, tapped Teddy Bare on the shoulder and when his head emerged I handed it to him. He grinned and quickly buried his head under my skirt once again. He aligned the sliver cylinder with the slot of my sex, held the business section to my clitty and turned it on to full power. I came instantly, buzz, bang! Just like that. I climaxed and climaxed and climaxed, I just could not stop. The sensations ripped through my body, sometimes one orgasm felt as if it were overtaking another. So tightly was I gripping the arms of my chair that I broke a nail, but I did not notice. I screamed, cried out and even whooped with sheer joy.

Watching Teddy Bare had made me so randy that I was insatiable. The sensations that that powerful phallus was delivering, clamped as it was to my clit by Teddy Bare, were so forceful that I could not act, I could not talk, I could not even think, I could only react. My breathing fell out of sink, I tried to inhale and exhale at the same time, I hyperventilated and inevitably I finally passed out in a dead faint.

Until he heard my chest fighting for breath this terrified poor Teddy Bare, he imagined that he had killed me. If he'd kept my fabulous toy pressed so effectively against my hot hungry slit for much longer I probably would have died. I would have been first woman to reach heaven before they expired.

As I came to I thanked Teddy Bare. "Teddy Bare, that was truly wonderful, blissful, divine. As a reward would you like to lick my knickers now? Push your tongue ddep into the wet fabric of the gusset of my big navy bloomers?"

"Oh yes please Auntie Christine," he cooed with delight. I was shocked. The smell; sweat mingled with the odour of copious quantities of female sexual lubricant and probably a hint of pee too. Still he had had his head up there already and knew what he was in for.

"Well go ahead, be my guest," I offered raising the hem of my skirt invitingly. As he licked and sucked on my voluminous knickers I dozed and daydreamed. His cock was still bouncing up and down as if possessed of a life all of its own. It was rather amusing to watch. It was only when the clapping began, the concert on the radio had finished, that I realised Teddy Bare had had his head up my skirt for at least the last twenty minutes. He was obsessed with the scent and taste of those knickers.

Naughtily, I caught his pulsing cock between my stocking clad feet and by rocking my heels I began to work his foreskin up and down his pulsing pole. The purple helmet of his turgid member was already glistening with a generous coating of sticky transparent fluid when I started, but it was not long before he proceeded to pump thick white smelly sperm high in the air. Unfortunately it landed all over my black stockings. At first the force of his spurts caused the pungent semen to splatter over my thighs as he groaned and sighed monstrously. His fountain did eventually begin to dampen down, when he merely splashed my knees and then down my calves until he was just dribbling over my feet. 

His lack of control was quite disgusting. He had made a terrible mess of my stockings and he was jolly well going to have to clean it up. When he was quite done I stood up legs akimbo. "Now Teddy Bare you've squirted all over my stockings! You'll have to clean them up right now."

He looked at me imploringly, he had guessed what was to come.

"So just you unclip them, peel them off my legs and then suck your foul smelling seed from their delicate mesh and don't miss any." I don't think he likes the taste of his own come, he moved very sluggishly, Then again perhaps he was just worried about laddering my stockings which certainly would have landed him in hot water. Whatever the origins of his apparent reluctance once he had peeled the flimsy hose away he began to suck on the congealing white blobs of sticky come readily enough.

I took pity on him, sat down and raised the hem of my skirt. "You may sniff my knickers whilst you suck if you like." He needed no second bidding, in a flash his nose was buried in my crotch once more. As he sucked and sniffed he began to harden up again and I wondered how to extract the maximum advantage from his rising excitement.

"Please Auntie Christine you're stockings are clean now."

"Right Teddy Bare. I have a few jobs for you upstairs. First go up to the attic. There you must stand with your back to the door, hands upon head, legs apart and up on your tip toes until I come for you. That should prove interesting for Teddy. Opposite to where he should be standing, in amongst the carefully arranged junk, was an old carver chair. Thanks to my trip to Homebase, it now sported a number of screw eyes fitted at strategic points: under the arms, near the bottom of the legs, under the seat supports and under the bars of the cross supports, at the back. From each screw eye dangled a carbine hook, the seat had been removed but the rear brace of the seat had been broadened. It was a copy of a bondage chair that my Arthur and I had constructed. The original had certainly had Arthur all tied up in knots on many occasions.

I only left Teddy Bare on his own for five minutes, it's quite a strain standing on tip toe if you're not used to it. After leaving my vibrator by the bed in my bedroom I crept up to the attic and watched him silently for a few seconds. He was standing still balancing on the his toes just as instructed. Good I thought, I want him to be nice and obedient. "Now then Teddy," I began as I entered the attic, "I want you to help me carry this board down." The platform was about three feet square and made from three quarter inch thick pine. It was propped up against the wall near the entrance to the attic and it was a bit heavy for me. Ted lugged it down the stairs.

"Put it in the back bedroom please Teddy. Now if you would carry the armchair from my front bedroom and put that in the back bedroom too." I smiled as he shifted the awkward chair from one room to the other for me. "Now go back to the front bedroom Teddy." I followed him. "Take off my skirt, Little Teddy Bare... Now my suspenders... Finally pull down my big navy blue knickers and hand them to me. Get up onto the bed Teddy and lie on your back." When he had done that I climbed onto the bed and straddled his face with my back to him.

"Now Teddy Bare we are going to play a game. You are going to lick up and down the slit of my hot damp sex whilst I stroke your foreskin up and down that thick twitching shaft of yours to keep concealing and then revealing that bulging purple helmet of yours. The wetter I get the faster I go. But you're not going to mess my bed cover up so before I begin to stroke I shall wrap your stiff prick in my knickers. Then when you spurt and squirt they will catch all of your sticky white mess.

"Yes Auntie Christine. I'll need to lick extra well if I am to come, won't I Auntie Christine?"

"You certainly will have to my little Teddy Bare. You most definately will." I carefully wrapped his rampant rod in my big blue knickers making sure that the purple helmet was laid against the gusset. As he commenced licking my proffered sex I began to give his distended member one quick up and down stroke about every two seconds. When his tongue probed deeper I speeded up a little but the strokes remained far to far apart to make him come. Once I could feel my juices beginning to lubricate my pussy nicely I speeded up a little more and as my secretions grew in volume I played with him more and more quickly. At last Teddy emitted a loud grunt followed by a series of half sighs, half pants that mirrored the progress of his orgasm.

"Now Teddy it's Auntie Christine's turn once more," I handed him the vibrator. "Don't forget to suck my nipples."

"No Auntie Christine."

Teddy combined with that vibrator, I have never known such sexual bliss. He could drive me to the limits of my endurance and then push me beyond them. That day climaxes were so intense that they were almost painful and, rather than desensitising my clit, the longer he carried on the more penetrating the sensations became. Some of the time it took all of my will power not to rip his hand away but the climax that followed always made my restraint well worth while. In the end I was hot, dishevelled and, sweaty yet utterly relaxed and exhausted. As I revived from my reveries I discover that we are led side by side just kissing and cuddling, as if to set a counterpoint to our recent sexual excesses. We spent ages simply cradled in one another's arms, nuzzling one another.

"Teddy," I enquired, "would you like to keep the knickers I've been wearing?"

"Oh, yes please Auntie Christine."

"But Teddy they're all smelly."

"Yes Auntie Christine they smell of you on heat. They stink of our passion and its extinction. They reek of us being together. They smell divine to me."

"OK Teddy Bare, you may take them home with you."

"Oh thank you Auntie Christine. Thank you so much, you're the most generous and understanding auntie in the whole world." There was a long pause, Teddy Bare clearly had something on his mind. "Please Auntie Christine can I ask a big favour of you'"

"You can ask," I replied pointedly, but not unsympathetically.

"Well... Please Auntie Christine... Please could I take your stockings as well?"

"Oh! Teddy Bare you are naughty. I suppose so but can I have my last pair of knickers back please?"

"Of course Auntie Christine. I was wearing them when I arrived, I'll pop them through your letter box as I go."

In a flash I knew how to tease him for the remainder of the week. "You can visit me again on Friday at the same time and tomorrow I'll be in touch with you and give you your new orders."

"Ooh please tell me now Auntie Christine," he demanded impatiently.

"No Teddy Bare it can be a surprise or possibly even a nasty shock. You'd better make an early start on your work in the morning because I have an errand for you." Teddy begged but I refused to tell him what I had planned for him.




Teddy Bare in Captivity



The following morning I had plenty to do. First I had promised a tray of cakes for the Guides jumble sale so I had to bake a huge batch of sponge buns. As I set them out to cool it was time to text Teddy Bare. 'Be at the attic window today by four o'clock dressed only in my big smelly navy blue knickers and my stockings held up by your new pair of red women's suspenders. Whilst you watch me you may stroke your stiff stick but do not come. In fact do not come again until I give you permission.'

Once the text had gone I went to my spare garage, I have two garages and it is inside the other one that I keep my car. In my spare garage I found the stack of breeze blocks piled up just where I remembered them. I rummaged through the drawers and also unearthed a thick sheet of plastic. I carried this and two of the blocks up to the back bedroom. In total I needed eight breeze blocks and had to make three more journeys before I were done. Once I had my materials I spread the sheet on the floor, covering and protecting the carpet. I arranged the breeze blocks on the plastic sheet and then mounted the board, which Teddy Bare had carried down from the attic for me, on top of the blocks. Finally I wrestled with the arm chair that Teddy had carried through from my bedroom until it sat squarely on my make shift platform. All was ready for Teddy Bare.

I began my exercises at half past three, after I had iced and decorated the buns that I had baked that morning. Teddy was already there watching through his binoculars and waiting for me. Fortunately for him he was dressed correctly wearing only my navy knickers and a red suspender belt holding up my black stockings. He did look comical, especially the way the stockings hung. There was nothing else for it, he was going to have to shave his legs.

I pedalled away in my bra and navy knickers for twenty minutes and then did my step ups until four o'clock. Once my regime was completed I peeled my bra away very slowly until my big bouncy boobs bobbed free. Then I backed up to the platform, clambered into the chair and located my big silver vibrator which I had stashed away earlier. I spread my legs as wide as they would stretch, set my wonderful toy to maximum, pulled the gusset of my knickers to one side and applied that fabulous phallus to my moist and gaping gash. Teddy was going to have to watch me come repeatedly, delicious.

As I watched Teddy watching me play with myself with that awesomely powerful toy my climaxes reached intensities that were almost as powerful as those Teddy himself could give me. He looked so stupid in his costume and his clownish appearence made me come all the harder. I ought to have been ashamed of myself but, oh, that feeling of control, that awareness of pre-eminence, that sense of dominance; it was wonderful, augmenting the sensations that were emanating from my clit and exploding in my head manyfold. Whilst I revelled in wave after wave of relaxing bliss as orgasm after orgasm crashed through my eager body all poor Teddy Bare could do was watch. I kept an eye upon him and he did not dare to even touch the big bulge that was causing his knickers to jut out so obscenely. In the end I enjoyed or endured the longest set of orgasms that I had had from my wonderful silver shaft up until then, somehow watching Teddy enabled me to take it for so much longer.

When I had recovered, this took a while, I went to find my phone. I texted Teddy, 'You look ridiculous in those stockings. Before you watch my show at four o'clock tomorrow you must shave your legs. When the show begins pull your knickers around your knees and keep them there till I'm done.' That should sort him out. I wondered if his wife, bossy-boots Sandra, would notice his nice smooth legs but somehow I did not think so; unless, of course, Teddy Bare failed to clean the bath out properly after he was done. Sandra was still a woman and she'd notice a dirty bath alright.

Thursday was the day of the guides jumble sale. At eleven I took my iced and decorated buns around to their hut. Gwen the leader was there but no one else. We chatted, drank a cup of tea, ate a spare bun each and ripped open the bags of jumble. Gwen handed me a DVD, "That's why I like to get in first, people send us stuff like this by mistake. Well I hope it's by mistake." If the title, 'German sausage gobblers,' didn't say it all, the picture on the cover, seven men wearing only their outsized moustaches, left nothing to the imagination.

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Well I can't take it, Henry would have a pink fit. So you can either watch it or dispose of it discretely." I placed the DVD in my handbag, I seemed to recall that my shredder could take plastic disks and Gwen's Henry would indeed have a pink fit if he saw it. As we piled the stuff in heaps of like items I spotted something of much more interest to me. It was a large, long sleeved, three quarter length black dress with a white collar and white cuffs. I picked it up and showed it to Gwen, "Just the job for fancy dress" I lied, "how much do you want?"

She studied it, "that's real," and she rubbed the fabric between her finger and thumb, "and it's made of good stuff to. To you, a tenner for such a good cause as mine is."

"Hundred quids worth of cakes, as near as dammit, and you charge me a tenner, that's daylight robbery." But I was not serious, I could afford it and the girl guides are such a good cause. In recompense Gwen let me have the huge but slightly frayed and somewhat threadbare lacy white table cloth that I spotted for just a pound, so I went away happy.

After a quick lunch, mature cheddar on water biscuits accompanied by my homemade green tomato chutney, I had to rearrange the back bedroom slightly. I had positioned the arm chair so that it blocked my video camera and Teddy with his knickers round his knees was going to be a sight to treasure. By the time I was done it was already almost shower time. Just long enough for a nice cup of tea and a chocolate digestive or perhaps a thick slice of rich fruit cake.

Come four o'clock I'm ashamed to say that I had nothing new to offer Teddy Bare he just had to watch me making myself come over and over again with my big silver staff for a second time. He did not appear bored or unexcited, quite the reverse in fact. Now I could just about see his penis and throughout my little show it jumped, twitched and jerked about all by itself, Teddy did not touch it once. He looked distressed, I thought that his having to watch me relieving my frustrations whilst he had to wait for his orgasm was really beginning to get to him; I was not wrong.

The DVD was yet another classic. Here I had a much better view because I had used the zoom facility on the camera. Teddy was obviously finding it very hard to keep still. His hands darted about like lizards. He kept going to touch his aching staff but then realised that it might prove fatal so he would jerk his hand away, only to discover he did not then know where to put it. His face was screwed up with concentration. His prominent pole, it was so erect that even his long foreskin was beginning to be pushed back by the swollen purple head, darted and danced up an down without any extraneous assistance whatsoever. I reflected, gleefully, that he would be in a real state by tomorrow afternoon. So I needed to dream up a long slow tease to draw his tension right out.

Thursday evening and, because these things always take far longer than you expect, Friday morning found me busy on my computer preparing Teddy's little surprise. I was only just ready for two thirty although I did have the time to brew the tea and cut slices of my little treat for Teddy Bare, a feather iced chocolate sponge filled with black cherry jam.

Teddy arrived promptly that day, his not so little cock still twitching up and down. "Auntie Christine, I hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of bringing your knickers and stockings back with me, shall I place them on the dresser here?"

"Yes please Teddy. Cake with your tea?"

"Oh yes please Auntie Christine."

I poured and plated and passed. Teddy sat cross legged on the ground at my feet just where i had indicated on the previous Tuesday. As an experiment I wiggled the toes of my right foot. Teddy watched transfixed. "Would you like to suck my toes through my sheer black stockings little Teddy bare?"

"Oh yes please Auntie Christine," he gushed enthusiastically. It was not quite what I had expected and definitely not what I had planned but I was not going to prevent him. "Let's enjoy our tea and cake first Teddy Bare and then you can suck my toes. Alright?"

"Excellent, Auntie Christine," he muttered, his mouth already crammed with cake.

"And as we do let us share a little entertainment," I pressed the remote for the DVD player. He almost choked, there he was watching me through his binoculars. But, unlike previous DVD's this was no simple short, I had spliced together a succession of my brief DVD's to make one long show. There was I sat in the chair, screaming and shouting as I came over and over again until I flopped; a hot, sticky, sweaty dishevelled wreck. Every time I see that clip of video I'm shocked with just how noisy I was. By his second slice of cake we had arrived at Teddy wearing my voluminous navy blue knickers and when we saw him in stockings and suspenders with those knickers round his ankles he blushed. I simply grinned at the delightfulness of his predicament, if Sandra ever saw that! Well he'd just have to do exactly what I demanded of him.

"Now Teddy, once you have removed my blouse and my bra, you may suck my toes. After that lick up each of my legs, bit by bit and turn and turn about, until you arrive for the second time at my hot and hungry sex. Tug my gusset aside and make me good and juiced, I want to see my thick viscous sexual outpourings glistening upon your chin and coating your upper lip in a thick film: a droplet hanging from the tip of your nose would be a nice touch. Most of all I want to be begging you to make me come, if not out loud then at least in my head."

"Yes Auntie Christine. It'll be my pleasure Auntie Christine."

I had never had my toes sucked before. The sensation went straight to my loins. As Teddy sucked on my little wriggly digits my love tunnel began to dampen, then to flow and finally to dribble with sweet sticky feminine nectar. Teddy would be pleased I was absolutely soaking my knickers for him. Not that they did not already smell strongly of my lusts and other bodily secretions. I had worn them on Wednesday and Thursday as well as today. I had gardened, cooked and cleaned in them. I had pedalled hard in them. I was wearing them both of the times that Teddy had watched me sit in my chair and overwhelm myself with multiple orgasms delivered by my big silver quivering friend.

Once satisfied my toes had been sucked thoroughly Teddy dutifully licked my legs, left calf then right, left knee then right and finally left thigh then right. He took his time over the bare flesh between the tops of my stockings and the edge of my gusset and this too set my hot moist muff melting with desire. Once he had pulled the gusset of my knickers aside he was very careful not to lick my clitoris directly and I was grateful. The climax I would inevitably have had would have been delightful and very much appreciated at that moment, but it would have been nothing in comparison with what Teddy Bare and the vibrator were about to do for me in a few sweet minutes time.

Teddy was becoming good at licking my hairy slit. He sensed when I was ripe and ready to move on and felt along the corners of the chair for my silver staff without being asked. He set it going, applied it to the exact spot and began to suck on one of my nipples. Instant fireworks; rockets, maroons and glittering cascades all going off at the same time inside my head. My loins felt molten, my clit felt so swollen, my nipples were that rigid they almost hurt. I was consumed by orgasms, they gnawed away at my consciousness until they were my only awareness, my sole point of focus. Climaxes arrived in ones and twos and threes, all jostling for position and attention. My breathing was soon out of control, when I inhaled my joy made me exhale, when I exhaled my oxygen starved brain tried desperately to suck air in. I poured with sweat, my belly and breasts, my arm pits, my groin and buttocks but I had no control, I just came and came with ceaseless repetition. Finally, I was done.

My clit, though was still responding to the powerful vibrator but I just could not come any more. That sensation, it was not pain, it was not pleasure but it was unendurably intense. I could bare it no longer. I grabbed Teddy's wrist and jerked his hand away sharply. I was puffing and panting and hooting like a steam whistle. Immediately the sensation was stopped I wanted it to continue, but I knew that if it did I would not be able to take it. It took me a very long time to recover from that particular session and whilst I was doing so Teddy Bare kissed me ever so sweetly. Ever since I've regretted that we did not video that particular session.

Eventually I collected the strength to enquire, "Teddy, do you want to come too now?"

"Oh, yes please Auntie Christine."

"Well you may but only if you have sufficient self control. First pull off my navy knickers, you may lick the gusset if you wish." He did and he did, I had to wait quite some time until he seemed satisfied with his efforts. "Now go over to the dresser and bring me the little black box that is on the lace runner." It was a metronome set to an agonising forty beats per minute, as slow as it could go. "Pull your foreskin right back with your right hand. Next wrap that distended red knob at the end of your turgid rod up in the knickers and hold it there with your left hand, I don't want you making any mess. When I set the metronome running you give yourself one single stroke upon each beat. If you miss a stroke or add an extra one you'll be sent home with orders not to come for a week, unless Sandra permits you to couple with her."

By just his third stroke his face had set in a mask of concentration and fear. Because of my knickers he could not stimulate the most sensitive part of his penis directly, the swollen red knob at the end. The strokes were stimulating, very stimulating, but they did little to further his orgasm, what they did achieve was to make him desperate to make another one immediately afterwards. I counted. When he reached a hundred strokes I stood up, moved behind him, pressed my breasts into his back, reached around him and began to tickle his nipples with my fingernails. The quite moans and groans that had previously accompanied each and every stroke were transformed into loud hisses of air as he either sucked it in between his teeth or huffed it out, his cheeks inflated.

Two hundred strokes and he began to grunt with effort. He was desperately randy but the build up in his sensations was also so slow. Two hundred and fifty strokes and he was mewling with frustration. After two hundred and seventy two strokes, almost eight minutes of agonisingly slow masturbating, he finally came. He doubled up with the severity of those sensations, his knees almost buckled and his hand pistoned at a speed that was ferocious. He was breathing so hard that he was almost screaming as he pumped out each jet of white glutinous seed. Whilst the knickers contained the mess the smell permeated every corner of the room. At last, after three long days of waiting he had finally been able to discharge his lusts.

"Well done Teddy. You have been a very good Bare and as a reward you can come whenever you want next week, There is one small catch, until our session starting at the same time next Friday you may not touch your penis at all. If you need to hold it, or stroke it or anything else it, you must grip it through my navy knickers."

"What Auntie Christine, even when I go to the loo?"

"Yes Teddy Bare, exactly. Whenever and wherever you need to hold your penis, you must use the blue navy knickers as a barrier to prevent direct fleshy contact."

"But Auntie Christine I will have to carry them with me everywhere."

"Yes Teddy Bare, but then you'll keep thinking of me wherever you go."

"Thank you Auntie Christine, I will not disappoint you," he replied resignedly.

"I never thought that you would my sweet little Teddy Bare," and with that I dismissed him and sent him home.



Teddy Bare, Maid to Serve



Whilst this is written as a story that can stand on its own it is also a continuation to two earlier submissions, in order, 'the bad Teddy Bare' and ' Teddy Bare in captivity.'

The garden was all done, I had baked all the cakes I needed and more besides, it was Saturday and I had absolutely nothing that I had to do, nor anything I really needed to do. I could, I supposed prepare a few things for my Teddy Bare. Allow me to explain, Teddy Bare is not merely my toy boy - though I am a fat widow of fifty plus years and he a dishy young husband who's not even celebrated his thirtieth birthday yet - he is my devoted follower, my wish is his command, at least when he visits my home. This is partly because he is a peeping pervert and I'm blackmailing him to prevent me from exposing him to his wife. Over and above that, however, most people would consider him to be as bent as the proverbial nine bob bit and, unlike his wife, I make him do things that he'd previously only dreamt of. He is christened Teddy Bare because his name is Edward or, more commonly Ted and, when he arrives at my home to perform for me, before entering the house proper, he must strip naked.

Teddy Bare likes watching women, especially partially dressed women and I became his chosen object of fascination. He likes well rounded women, that's definitely me. He likes women who wear big navy blue knickers, I adapted to that quickly. He likes sniffing and licking women's knickers whilst they are wearing them, I can live with that. He likes sucking women's toes through their stocking clad feet, that is surprisingly stimulating and makes my thighs turn really juicy. He doesn't mind licking wet hairy pussies, I do so love that bit. He doesn't mind sucking women's nipples especially women with nice big breasts, I have and I like that part almost as much. Best of all, he can wield my big powerful silver vibrator to make me come far harder than I can ever manage to do so by myself. I'm not sure if he likes the taste of his own come or not but at my command he laps it up anyway. That's the final thing I'm becoming addicted to that sense of power I obtain when I am watching him doing really degrading, humiliating or embarrassing things at my behest.

Right now he has not been permitted to touch his penis for almost the whole of the week. Whenever he has to handle his, not inconsiderable, dong he has to grip it through a huge pair of my navy blue knickers. Consequently he has to carry them around with him everywhere and they're quite large to pass of as, say a handkerchief. In addition, I had been wearing them for three days before I gave them to him and after that I had made him come into them too, so they probably smell a bit. Anyway it's his problem not mine, I don't care as long as he remains a good Teddy Bare.

How to fill an empty Saturday productively, that was my difficulty. Actually how to fill an empty week. There was a good concert on the radio on Saturday evening and a Jazz band down at the local pub on Sunday evening. I expected that my good friend Gwen, the local guide leader, would come around Sunday afternoon if I asked her, her husband went fishing on Sundays and her kids were packed off for their weekly visit to their Nan's in the afternoon.

What I really wanted was to summon Teddy Bare over and demand he use my wonderful vibrator to make me come. Then again he'd only been here yesterday and anyway his wife Sandra would want to know where the Hell he was going. On Saturday it was often his job to drive her to the city and follow her around as she frittered their money away on essentials such as designer clothes that she wore once and then passed on to a charity shop. A prospective big-shot like his wife Sandra can't possibly be seen in the same outfit twice you understand. Still having Teddy Bare make me come would have been so nice.

Actually, I wondered, did it have to be Teddy Bare? The trouble was that the vibrator was so powerful that I could not force myself to hold it really hard against my clit like Teddy Bare did. But, in principle, anyone could do that for me. Cheryl's two sons could, Cheryl was one of the ladies who came on the weekend walks I participated in and she never shut up about her two boys for long. One of them could force the vibrator against my exposed and defenceless clitoris whilst they both sucked on my nipples. That would feel so good.

Postie could do it for me, he'd probably do anything for two pieces of parkin, especially if I baked some with extra ginger in specially for him. Funny, he'd never made a pass at me and I had invited him in and fed him cake lots of times, that's how I knew he was partial to parkin. Perhaps he just did not fancy fat women, well he was not that much younger than me and I knew for a fact that he was not married so I ought to have been, at least in the frame.

Cheryl herself could do it, she could make me come, it did not have to be a man. I was not sure about that, perhaps Gwen would be better; even so I was still uncomfortable thinking about having a physical relationship with another woman. Yet the principle remained, it did not matter who or what held that vibrator for me. Though, I reflected, if I wanted nipple sucking too, which I most certainly did, that eliminated the what option. If I closed my eyes I would not know who it was, it could be Gwen or Teddy Bare. It could not be Cheryl, she'd start talking about her boys; a thought that brought me too, only to discover that I had slipped a hand under my panties and was massaging my little plump love bud rather vigorously. Why, oh why, was I so randy today?

I had to snap out of the mood I had slipped into and find something useful to do. Then I hit upon the perfect idea, the dress and table cloth. Helping Gwen at the Guides jumble sale I had come across an old discarded maid's uniform dress and an old lace tablecloth. The tablecloth was worn in places but I could fashion a really lovely lace trimmed apron and mop cap from the good bits. That was what I would do today, I would turn the old dress into a full uniform. Damn I thought I was off again as I visualised Teddy Bare, maid to serve.

First I had to get my sewing machine out. I had arranged an activity room in the fourth bedroom. It was a huge room but some of one wall sloped under the roof. Still I had a really large table in there, excellent for allsorts of big jobs including cutting out. There was also a smaller empty table that I could place my sewing machine on. The big table had been constructed for my late Arthur's model railway but playing with his trains had always ended up making me especially sad so I had packed them away. I went upstairs, unearthed the machine, set it up on the table, switched it on and it worked! So far, so good.

Eventually I found the dress, stupidly I could not remember where I had put it after I had brought it home. I held it up and inspected it, aside from the collar and cuffs being somewhat yellowed it was fine. Well a blast of stain remover followed by a dose of Glo-white and then a little ironing would soon take care of that. I went to get a bowl and some whitener and placed the cuffs carefully into the mixture, I would attend to the collar later. The apron would take a little more work, I decided to make it with a rounded skirt that dropped to about nine inches above the knee and a bib that rose to the bottom of the neck. All that then needed to be added were three simple straps, two shorter ones affixed at the shoulders and a long one that formed the waist. These would all tie together in the small of the back to keep the apron nice and snug. I found an unblemished part of the table cloth that had enough material to make both the skirt and bib of the apron and set to work.

Before you do anything you need a pattern. I found just the thing online and for free. True the skirt was too long and square cut but I soon had that sorted out, once you've found a pattern even a numpty like me can adapt it. The mop cap was, I discovered, based upon a simple circle and the material did not have to be so pristine either so that was easy to sort out. I marked up, I cut, I stitched and I sewed so that, by the middle of the afternoon, I had two very presentable accessories to the dress so I made a late sandwich lunch: double Gloucestershire cheese, thinly sliced tomato and home made, mild pickle, washed down with a nice refreshing brew of tea all rounded off with a scrumptious wedge of cream filled chocolate cake and, of course, another cup of tea.

Once I had eaten my lunch, and after I had also had popped out to buy a newspaper before the shop sold them all, I returned to my sewing. I was going to take the lace from around the edges of the old table cloth and use it to decorate the apron and the cap. This proved far less simple than I anticipated, eventually I had to go and fetch my portable radio so that I did not miss the beginning of the concert. Eventually, however, all was done to my satisfaction. Moreover, I had been dipping and rinsing the collar and cuffs throughout the day and they were now bright and white. I pressed the various items and I was finished. I had made Teddy Bare his first outfit but before I would allow him to wear it he would have to be trained up properly as a maid. That was going to be our new project. I would invite him over on Tuesday and teach him how to make tea properly.

Sunday I did see Gwen, we sat in my garden, drank tea, ate cake and later gorged on freshly made sausage rolls accompanied by crisp sandwiches. Between our bouts of mastication we gossiped. It's amazing how long two women can dissect the facts and assess their implications for when nothing much has happened. Still I did find out about postie, he's gay. Why do all the nice single men always turn out to be gay?

On Sunday evening I went to listen to the jazz. The place was packed when the band started but I had anticipated that and had arrived early to bag a table. I bought a whole bottle of red wine too so that I would not have to return to the bar and would not need the loo either. To my amazement in walked Ted and Sandra and to my horror, after looking round carefully Sandra made a bee line for my table.

"I hope you don't mind us joining you Christine but the place is so packed." There were already two men sharing my table, they had asked ever so politely and even offered me a drink when they bought refills. I declined equally politely and explained about my bottle of wine. They had laughed, and after refreshing their drinks, they had first toasted my low cunning and, after that, their good fortune in securing the spare seats. Still Sandra squeezed in the bench seat somehow and even located an empty stool for Ted to sit on; she's that sort. Fortunately the band, who were very good, were also very loud so I was saved the bother of conversation.

Things changed at the break. Ted, like the two strangers, was an aficionado and they all three were soon deep in a conversation that was liberally littered with technicalities and jargon. I like jazz, well I like jazz as long as nobody sings, but I know nothing about it so I was left chatting to Sandra. To my amazement she was quite affable. She half apologised for attempting to take over my cake stall at the brownies Summer fete and even remembered to thank me for the cup-cakes that I had brought her and Ted afterwards. I think she was having a bad time at work, she had been promoted and had to do far more socialising. Ted was useless in the kitchen and she had to hire professional caterers who as a breed, she led me to believe, were a nightmare for not turning up.

After much touring around the houses Sandra finally arrived at her real point. She often had an excess of men, especially men of a certain age. Could I see my way to helping her make up the numbers occasionally, so presumably a 'certain age' was about my age. She had been impressed with what I had done to the hedge in her garden and was delighted with how I had trimmed the overhanging branches from my apple trees. They had been having dinner alfresco in the quiet, well screened corner that my efforts had exposed ever since. I know it's really their job, Ted and Sandra that is, to look after their own garden. But I'd rather prune my own trees and hedges than leave it to some lackey who's being paid by the job and who, for speed, implements a scorched earth policy. She assured me that, unreliable caterers not withstanding, the dinners were excellent and the company usually good. I agreed to attend one and then we'd talk about it; well if it went well I could tease Teddy mercilessly couldn't I! The band struck up and that was that.

Monday was pretty uneventful until it was time to let Teddy Bare have his show. Every weekday afternoon, when Sandra is out, at around three thirty Teddy watches me through his binoculars from his attic. He can see deep into my back bedroom and from there I usually give him quite a performance. First I let him watch me peddle my exercise bike and then bob up and down on my exercise step. I usually ride the former wearing just my bra and some big navy blue knickers, which Teddy is obsessed with. Then I remove my bra before starting with the step. I'm a big girl so it's not exactly comfortable but it makes my breasts bounce and wobble in a most titillating manner that Teddy really does appreciate. Behind the bike and step I have an armchair set on a platform. This raises the chair, and more importantly me, into his line of sight so that I can sit in various states of undress and allow Teddy Bare watch me masturbating with my big sliver vibrator. This droning monster delivers huge waves of pleasure to my eager body time and time again. Anyway that Monday, as I pedalled and stepped, Teddy only appeared mildly interested and there was no bulge apparent in his crotch. Even masturbating with the gusset of my knickers pulled to one side, which normally has Teddy's eyes out on stalks, appeared to be of only mild interest.

I had been planning to invite Teddy Bare to visit his Auntie Christine, that's what he has to call me at my house, on Tuesday afternoon. I had been looking forwards to training my new maid but after that display I decided to postpone his visit until the Wednesday. Though at exercise time on the Tuesday it was the same story, Teddy came to watch me but his heart was definitely not in it. What, I worried, had gone wrong? I texted him, 'Teddy come over on Wednesday afternoon at half past two. Be prompt.'

Wednesday he arrived on time, as per my instructions, but when he stood there before me stark naked his cock, instead of sticking out and throbbing with lust and desire, drooped limply over his balls. "Teddy Bare what has happened!" I demanded to know.

"I'm sorry Auntie Christine, it's those knickers you gave me. Every time I go for a pee I hold my tool with them exactly as you instructed. The problem is I easily become really hard and then I just have to stroke my poor stiff rod until I come. It's dreadful I've been wanking, sorry Auntie Christine, I meant to say playing with myself three times every day, sometimes four. I'm always ready when I wake up. By the time I've come too properly I already have a raging hard-on and have to race to the bathroom. Then by lunchtime it's happened again. After that I'm good for nothing until the evening, although by dinner I need to come again and some days I've even had to have a last little play before going to bed.

"I see," I said. "Well that's no good to me. You may not look at me today, look at the floor or your feet instead." Teddy hung his head in shame. "Well then all you're fit for is pleasuring me but that won't take all afternoon so it can wait until later. Now I will have to find you something else to do in the mean time." I pretended to think, although as I wanted to start Teddy Bare's training as a maid today the opportunity was really a gift from the Gods. "Well Teddy Bare, the tea is not ready so I'll teach you how to make tea properly. I shall first strip to the waist and if I catch you even sneaking a peek at my breasts I'll have you hold your floppy little willy with my bra instead of my knickers for the whole of the rest of the week! Got that!" 

"Yes Auntie Christine. I'm sorry if I've disappointed you but the urge is irresistible and you did say I could come whenever I wanted to." I removed my blouse and my bra, folded them neatly and laid them over the back of my chair. I did not deign to reply, well he was right in what he had just told me.

"I understand Teddy Bare. I did say that but I had not anticipated such... such enthusiasm." I realised, he really did have a huge thing about well used navy blue knickers, he was completely obsessed by them. I supposed that I should have guessed this sooner and not been so surprised by what had happened.

We went to the kitchen. "First Teddy Bear find the tray. No you cretin, the silver one. That's better. Get the cups, saucers and side plates out, find a larger plate for the cake and place the side plates on the tray... No you moron, the china plates with the flowers painted on them not that cheap everyday stuff." Under the lash of a string of insults I had him set the crockery and the cutlery on the tray, fill the milk jug and the sugar basin and put the kettle on to boil.

Brewing tea in Britain is an art form, not quite as elaborate as the Japanese make it but still full of little rituals. First you must warm the pot and use the excess hot water to fill the hot water jug, that way you empty the kettle. Next you must boil a fresh kettle, dry the pot and, in my kitchen, cut the cake into generous wedges. Measure the tea leaves into the warm pot and pour on boiling water from a slight height to help aerate it. Leave the tea to brew, with the delicate Sri Lankan tea I used, for exactly four minutes.

"Now Teddy Bare carry the tea things into the sitting room and place the tray on the small table next to my chair." He complied, all the while keeping his eyes cast upon the floor; he might be able to hide a pair of dark knickers about his person but I suspected that a big white bra would be a lot more challenging for him to manage. In the sitting room I taught him the rest of the routine. Pour the milk into the cups first, then strain the tea into the cups and finally top the teapot up with hot water; the Sri Lankan tea I buy is very slow to stew.

Teddy sat at my feet, occupying his now usual place but today as he ate and drank he studied the patterns on the carpet instead of admiring my ample form. This was a development I enjoyed, it made poor Teddy Bare appear so much more humble and I became so excited by exercising a sense of power over him. His contrition was beginning to make me very wet and slippery, if I tensed my thigh muscles I had to resist the impulse to gasp gently, such were the sensations that were induced.

"Teddy you may refill my cup and then either have a second cup of your own or else you may push you head up my skirt and sniff or lick my knickers. First, however, fetch my book from that side table by the door." It was called 'Bound to Serve' and had been written by one Jay Merson. My bookmark was set halfway through the pages but I had not read a word of it, I had found it on the internet, it was inexpensive and had a very lurid cover depicting a highly nubile young woman with her arms tied firmly behind her back. He started when he saw the cover but handed it over without comment. As Teddy sniffed and licked the gusset of my knickers I read. My book was neither thrilling nor inspiring but it served to occupy my thoughts whilst Teddy amused himself.

"Teddy I'd like a \ of tea please." His head emerged from under my skirt and he poured the, by now, rather dark brew. "Teddy don't forget to top up the pot!"

"Sorry Auntie Christine, making tea seems so simple but there's so much to remember."




Teddy Bare, Maid to Serve



"That's alright Teddy Bare, just as long as it does not happen again."

"It won't Auntie Christine. I promise."

Teddy resumed his malodorous gratification whilst I ploughed on with my book. At least he was now semi erect, firm but not stiff. Had I wanted sexual intercourse he could have managed but he would have gained little from it himself. Perhaps today was the day to allow him to penetrate me for the first time? No, I decided. I would save that pleasure for a very special occasion and anyway that vibrator, especially in Teddy Bare's hands, was far more satisfying than any man I had ever met.

"You may suck my toes now Teddy Bare." I really can recommend this, it makes things ever so warm and juicy between my plump thighs. I get a sort of sloppy squidgey feeling that gradually permeates the whole of my loins. Teddy seems to love doing it too, I wonder if he would enjoy it as much if I didn't have my nylons on?

Without my telling him Teddy began to lick up my legs after a while. This is pleasurable but that's all it is until he gets the strips of bare flesh between the tops of my stockings and my sex. When his tongue arrived there I began to become more seriously moist and I can feel droplets of dampness oozing from my hot little hole. As he licked away I knew that my juices would soon gather and start dribble down across the tight little guardian of my neither tunnel, that sensation never failed to make me shudder with both delight and anticipation.

When Teddy pulled the gusset of my knickers to one side and began to suck upon the lips of my sex that is exactly what happened. I felt slick wetness drizzle down over my more puckered orifice and I quivered with delight as I dreamt of what was to come next; me, repeatedly. Teddy had become so proficient at licking my sex. He knew that I want to save myself for my big powerful silver vibrator so at that point he teased me rather than pleased me. He appeared to have understood that the flesh surrounding the entrance to my concealed cavity of feminine delights was really sensitive but not sufficiently so to make me come quickly. Today he was concentrating on that ring of joy and in response my trickle of love juices built to a torrent. Once that happened he lapped up my, by then, copious secretions which simply made them pour out for him all the more.

"Let's go up to bed," I husked.

"If it pleases you Auntie Christine. Would you like me to pleasure you with your big silver vibrator Auntie Christine? Or perhaps you'd like me to offer you some other distraction."

"Thank you Teddy Bare but the vibrator will be perfect right now." I stood up, "but perhaps after all that tea we should call in the bathroom on the way. Incidentally, that was very good Teddy Bare, I really enjoyed my arousal. You may look at my breasts and hips now if you wish."

"Oh thank you Auntie Christine." he enthused. "Whilst you are enjoying your orgasms would you like me to suck your nipples as usual Auntie Christine?"

"That would be very nice of you, thank you Teddy Bare. I would indeed enjoy that very much."

Up we went but as I slipped into the bathroom Teddy waited outside. "No Teddy you are to come in with me and watch."

"You're going to let me watch you pee Auntie Christine? Really!"

"Yes Teddy Bare. Eventually, if you enjoy this I might ask you to help me with my toilet rather more." I could have saved my breath, Teddy's cock had suddenly recovered and sprung to attention. It was bobbing up and down under its own steam as per usual. The idea certainly appealed to him. "Perhaps Teddy you should remove my skirt first, I'd hate to splash it."

Clearly he thought he'd obtain a better view with my skirt gone because his twitching pole redoubled its efforts and the veins on that dancing shaft began to darken and stand out prominently. He unfastened my skirt, pulled it down gently, folded it and placed it neatly upon a chair; I was getting him trained. I stood before the toilet proper. "Would you like to pull my knickers down to my knees Teddy Bare?"

"He did take the time to say, "yes please Auntie Christine" but he needed no second bidding. Once he had set my knickers correctly and I was quite meticulous about this, I sat down and even kept my legs a little apart for him. Of course he could not really see anything much but he could hear my pee splash into the water below and it clearly excited him; another little foible to add to my now quite long mental list of things that turned my little Teddy Bare on.

Once we were on the bed the vibrator was just as good as ever. Teddy now knows the very spot that it has to rest against and just how to roll it ever so slightly to maximise its impact upon my red and blood engorged clitoris. He knows how to hold the lips of my sex apart when he lines my crack with that thrumming phallus so my clit is not spared any of the potential pleasure. He knows to hold it tight, even though I might buck and twist and writhe and wriggle. He knows that as he does all this he must also suck, lick and even gently bite my nipples, treating the two tumescent teats with their wrinkled darkened borders by turn and turn about. And best of all he has discovered when not to stop.

When set to full power as that vibrator hits my clit I come. I don't come once, nor twice. I come over and over again. That Wednesday was no exception. Teddy set the powerful silver monster buzzing, pulled the gusset of my navy knickers to one side, spread th lips of my pouting and pulsing sex obscenely far apart and held it hard against my throbbing clitoris. I screamed out with lust as my head exploded. I screamed again as a second mind numbing orgasm crashed through. Soon after, he took a distended teat between his lips and sucked hard and a third orgasm followed the second almost immediately as he bit gently on that already oversensitive nipple. The subsequent climaxes became a confused jumble. He kept switching between my nipples. In response I thrashed and rolled about the bed. It was almost torture, I was barely able to tolerate the intensity of pleasure that was being delivered to my hot hungry slot. But Teddy followed my every movement and never for an instant did he fail to keep that dreadful machine pressed tight against my sensitive little love button.

When I start to come like that I rant and I rave. I say allsorts of vile things that I don't even normally think. Teddy informed his Auntie Christine afterwards that she was shouting, "fuck me, shaft me, screw me, slam my cunt until I scream you bastard. Do me supine, do me doggy, do me bending over the kitchen sink. Stick your hot far sausage deep in my horny twat and rut like a bull." Slowly I became exhausted and twitched rather than thrashed, and as I did the intensity of sensation induced by that oversized stimulator, instead of weakening, actually increased. I was gasping and moaning as I tried to suck in air, it was too much to bear yet blissful all at the same time.

At that point I would normally have pushed Teddy's arm away, by then I really cannot take the feelings that radiate from my clit. That day Teddy Bare was cunning, he anticipated this and slid that buzzing phallic stick slightly down my hot gushing gully to just below my hot and horny love button then turned down the speed. I heaved a huge sigh of relief and wallowed in these new more gentle sensations. It was not going to make me come, after all those orgasms nothing could, but the feeling was so pleasant and so relaxing: it was thigh melting. I could feel the drops of my moisture dribbling over the tightly guarded entrance to my rear hole. It felt so naughty. To cap it all Teddy stopped sucking and licking my engorged nipples and commenced nibbling at my earlobes.

The copious flow of female honey that was already drenching my thighs transformed into a torrent. My pussy began to squelch and parp all by itself. Bliss, that's all can say to describe what I felt, pure unadulterated bliss. Suddenly, without warning, I was screaming again. Teddy had turned the vibrator back up again and pressed it back hard against my clitoris. I came so hard my body shook and spasmed, I was convulsing like I were having a fit, I had no control over it. After that massive involuntary climax I collapsed exhausted on the bed and Teddy took that overwhelming tool away.

I must have slept because the next thing I recalled was Teddy arriving with a pot of freshly brewed tea set on the silver tray with all the right accompaniments including the remains of the iced chocolate sponge we had been eating earlier. "That's very kind of you Teddy Bare. Most thoughtful."

"Thank you Auntie Christine, but I like to please you, after all you please me so very much. I love serving you, you make me do things I could never do by myself."

"That's nice Teddy Bare. I do try to keep you occupied but I can't always be thinking up something new you know."

"That's alright Auntie Christine, you already know enough to keep me busy. Please Auntie Christin,e was my performance with you vibrator acceptable."

"Acceptable Teddy Bare? It was the very best yet. You are becoming so skilled at wielding my wicked little joy toy you know. In fact tomorrow at three you may text me and request what you would like to see in my little show that afternoon."

"Oh thank you Auntie Christine," and he threw his arms around my neck and kissed me hard on the lips. Soon we were snuggled up in bed together hugging and kissing one another. He seemed not only starved of sex but even starved of plain affection. Though in truth I must have been equally desperate for some gentle loving too.

As we snuggled and fondled Teddy made another request. "Auntie Christine the big blue knickers that you gave me, the ones that smelt so much of you and your lust, the ones I had to hold my cock with."

"Yes Teddy Bare, what is it?"

"Well... Well Auntie Christine they mostly... they mostly smell of me now. Would you let me swap them for the ones you have on today."

"I see Teddy Bare. There'll be price you know!"

"I expected that Auntie Christine but I'll pay; I know you won't ask for something that I cannot afford."

"Well OK. First pull them off of me." He stood, lifted my legs high in the air and eased them away of me. "Spread my legs wide and have a good look." He nearly split me in two such was his enthusiasm. "Now, first dry off my thighs with those well worn knickers and then wipe my slippery crack with their inner gusset. Blot that hot slot from stem to stern and don't miss a drop of that sexual syrup." He responded with a diligence and industry that did him credit, when he were done I felt bone dry.

"Now Teddy the originals, when you took them they smelt of both our lusts; didn't they?"

"Yes they did Auntie Christine."

"So stand over there where I can see you, wrap that now stiff and swollen member of yours in the Auntie Christine scented knickers and rub your hand up and down until you spurt for me. Make sure you catch every dollop though, or else!"

"Oh yes please Auntie Christine," and he sprang from the bed and ran his eyes up and down my ample frame lecherously whilst he pumped his swollen stalk to orgasm. I didn't suppose he had much left to spurt really but after all it's the thought that counts. Once he were done I dismissed him and he departed. He left the old pair of knickers on the doormat. He was quite right, they now stank of stale semen and they went straight into the wash.

Thursday was a fine sunny day and I caught up on the garden. A terrible job really, it was time to turn the compost in the number two bin. In the event it was less unpleasant than I had expected, the compost was almost ready. I had put on trousers for that particular job but when it was time to weed I changed into my navy shorts just in case Teddy Bare was watching out. After lunch, home made sausage rolls and a healthy salad I read, I had picked up one of my J.B. Priestly books and was back in the world of the music hall; I wondered if Bruddersford was on Google maps. Two o'clock and my mobile rang, that was an event hardly anyone had the number.

"Hello. It's Teddy here."

"Hello," I replied, "Teddy Bare?"

"Thank goodness. Auntie Christine it is you?"

"Who else. You're a bad Teddy Bare you're early."

"Sorry Auntie Christine but you did say I could make requests and one of them might not be so simple."

"Alright Teddy Bare but this had better be worth it."

"Auntie Christine do you have an old bra? One you don't really wear anymore?"

"Not really... But then my BHS one is almost done... I could use that as my gardening bra. Yes Teddy Bare I have. Why?"

"Could you adjust it so that when you wear it your nipples are visible? Like a peep hole bra."

"Now Teddy Bare that is a big ask! I suppose so but you'll have to do something very naughty in return; are you willing to do that?"

"Yes Auntie Christine, you know I'll do whatever you ask me to."

"Well for tomorrow I will scrap the task I had planned and think of something far less pleasant." This was an utter lie, I had been puzzling ever since Teddy had left on Wednesday afternoon what to make him do for his week's task. At least know I could let my imagination roam free.

Once he had described the remainder of his wish list and rung off, if you ring off a mobile phone, I went and found my gardening bra, poor old thing. Its not as stretchy as it should be but it still holds me firm and it doesn't matter it if it gets stained or even ripped. I put it on and went to find a felt tipped pen. First I marked out the shape of my nipples, they're oval rather than circular, well at least my areolae are. Next I carefully cut the shapes out and then went up to the attic. Fortunately I had not put my sewing machine away, then I realised it would be better to use the overlocking machine. I had not had that out in years but it was there, somewhere in the cupboard. I swapped the two machines over, went through the laborious process of setting up the overlocker, fortunately I only required white thread and I had plenty of that, and began to edge one of the holes. Soon enough all was done and at least the holes ought to hold firm now.

I tried the bra on. It looked very odd but at least it did the job, my rapidly stiffening nipples poked out quite perkily. I put the machine back into its cupboard, tidied up and discovered that it was already the time for my shower. Why I shower both before and after my exercises I do not recall but it has become a part of the routine now. I expect it had something to do with the initial seduction of poor Teddy Bare, letting him see my nakedness.

As I mounted my stationary bicycle Teddy was there waiting. He was only wearing my big navy knickers which today, at least, contained a reassuring bulge. I pedalled away first. Then I stepped up and down and as requested did not wipe myself with a towel in between the two activities. My was I hot and sweaty by the time I was done. Finally I sat in my arm chair, spread my legs over the arms to hold them really wide apart and slid the vibrator under the gusset of my navy knickers, well that was what Teddy Bare had asked me to do!

As I started to come, an even that occurred almost instantaneously, he began massaging his stiff rod through my dirty knickers. This worked spectacularly well as my numerous climaxes began to subside, his arrived. It was just as well because once I am spent I can no longer bare the strength of that huge vibrator acting on my hyper-sensitised clitoris.

Friday, bringing with it the return of Teddy Bare in the afternoon. I still had no idea what his new task was to be. After breakfast I sat and I puzzled and I guzzled tea, strong and milky to help me think. I wanted something that would allow him to come regularly but would not prove quite so exciting for him as my knickers had turned out to be. As I reviewed his behaviour his list of likes was huge. In contrast, I could think of no real dislikes. Well except I did not think he was so keen on eating or licking his own come, especially when it was served up fresh, hot and stinky. That raised the question of how you have someone eat their own come, shopping time.

First a visit to British Home Stores to buy some T shirts, Marks had run out and George (ASDA) only had white. If that failed Tesco was next on the list. I did not normally wear T shirts but if I wore them in the garden over my modified bra when my nipples stiffened Teddy would be able to see them quite clearly. Those, combined with my shorts should prove dynamite. Second a visit to Boots where, for the first time in years, I bought a large pack of condoms. I was shocked to discover just how expensive they had become.

In the afternoon Teddy was a very good Bare, arriving sporting a good solid erection. He made a perfect tray of tea and poured it beautifully. He recounted how his week had gone, he had hidden the knickers out of site for much of the time by wearing them. He had certainly kept thinking of me all week long. He thanked my for making the bra so quickly and at that point I allowed him to remove my blouse so that he could admire it close up He handed over my dirty knickers and disappeared under my skirt to sniff and lick the ones I was wearing. They weren't very smelly so I had let a few drops of pee dribble on them in the morning. Teddy did not appear to mind in the slightest. Despite the distractions on offer to him, Teddy Bare did not just think of himself, on the contrary he was most attentive and poured me out four cups of tea. 

Before we went upstairs I had him remove my bra and suck my nipples and then pull the gusset of my knickers aside and lick and suck my rapidly moistening sex. If it weren't so exciting it would almost have been a routine. Once I was dripping with my own juices and ready to come I announced Teddy Bare's new regime to him. "Teddy Bare next week I will continue to permit you to come whenever you want."

"Thank you Auntie Christine but after this week are you sure that you want to afford mw such a privilege?"

'"Oh I think so Teddy Bare. You see this week, instead of holding your shaft through my knickers, before you stroke your little todger you must fit a condom over it," I handed him the box I had bought. "You are to spurt into the condom and then turn it inside out and lick off all of your hot, smelly, sticky white cream."

He gulped. He paused and his face fell. "Thank you Auntie Christine," but I could tell he was upset. Still he had made no attempt to refuse, he was my obedient servant even with this clearly sore trial. The biggest change to our burgeoning routine occurred in the bathroom. Once he had pulled my knickers to my knees he asked, "when you are done Auntie Christine would you like me to wipe and wash you and then pull your knickers back up for you?"

I gasped. I had had the same concept but was planning to spend weeks working up to it and now here was Teddy Bare jumping in at the deep end. "Thank you Teddy Bare that would be very kind. Of course once you have washed and wiped you will have to lick my sex thoroughly to prove what a good job you have done before you pull my knickers back up."

"Oh Auntie Christine you do spoil me." I'm still not sure if that was intended or if it were simple sarcasm. Whatever he meant that is exactly what we did.

After Wednesday, Friday afternoon was very much a repeat performance except that that once I had done peeing Teddy Bear tore off some tissue paper and patted my sex dry. Once he was satisfied with his efforts he also wiped the seat of the toilet and the rim of the bowl clean for me. Then, once he had rinsed his hands, he washed my sex down with a damp cloth, taking care to wipe over the lips of my sex before he washed then in-between them. Finally he patted me dry again with a soft fluffy towel.




Teddy Bare, Maid to Serve



Once he was convinced that my sex was clean he commenced licking my hat and very horny slot. To help him with this he asked me to sit on a chair; I had to admire his diligence, he spent ages ensuring that he had missed nothing. Indeed he set my juices really coursing again before we entered the bedroom, where a second difference took place. On the Wednesday he had delivered wave after wave of orgasmic joy to me with my large powerful silver vibrator, allowed me the rest and then induced a second wave of massive orgasms. Today he excelled by alternating between stimulating and resting me he subjected me to a total of four waves of climactic bliss. By the end I had screamed and shouted myself hoarse and was utterly exhausted but deeply relaxed and utterly happy.

"Teddy Bare you may don your condom, for you still have to eat your own come, but you may reach orgasm by making love to me." It was the first time I had allowed Teddy Bare to enter me but he had been such a good Teddy Bare that it would have been cruel not to. I have to admit I was so relaxed that I recall little of our first effort at lovemaking except that he growled like an animal when he finally pumped his hot, viscous seed deep inside my smouldering sex.

After he was done he dismounted me, alighted from the bed, carefully removed his condom, reversed it and placed the thin translucent envelope in his mouth with just the neck hanging free. He clamped his lips together over the fine membrane and gently pulled the thin skin from between them, leaving every last drip and drop of his spunk inside his own mouth. I rolled over on the bed, smiled at him and said, "thank you Teddy Bare. Before you go I have one new job for you," This was the next part of his maid training.

"Yes please Auntie Christine," the unsuspecting dupe responded enthusiastically.

"First you must help me shower."

"Of course Auntie Christine, it will be my pleasure!"

We returned to the bathroom and as I stood under the hot water Teddy Bare dutifully soaped my back and buttocks, next my fat wobbly thighs and considerably more trim calves and then my belly and even more wobbly breasts, taking forever over my nipples. My sex must have been ever so dirty because it took Teddy bare an eternity to wash it clean. Finally he declared he was done just as I was becoming slick and moist again.

"Dry me off Teddy Bare."

"Yes of course Auntie Christine," and he held a big fluffy towel ready for me. I always thought that in the shower all the bits of you became equally wet but Teddy did not appear to agree. My breasts and my pussy must have been ever especially well soaked because it took him so long to get them dry. In fact he did not manage to dry my tight little slot because as fast he could wipe it I pumped out more of my anticipatory lubricant.

"Let's return to the bedroom where you can massage my shoulders and rub my back." First I sat down and Teddy dried my hair and brushed it through, he was surprisingly proficient at this. Teddy did even better when it came to massage. He kneaded my shoulders until they were totally relaxed, leaving me purring. He then performed the same operation on my buttocks and my thighs rendering me all wobbly inside and even more turned-on. Finally, he rubbed my back; it was so very relaxing and soothing that I began to drift into sleep. "That was fantastic Teddy Bare, wherever did you learn all that?"

"You did ask Auntie Christine. Massage is one of the few things that can persuade Sandra that she is in the mood for sex. Even then I have to take her lying on her stomach and she remains passive and, like you are now, virtually asleep." He sounded so wistful that, for once, I actually felt sorry for him, poor lamb.

"I'm not asleep," I protested. You can do my nails now. First you can paint my toenails and then my finger nails. I was wise to let him try on my toes first, he was pretty clumsy and it was not the neatest of jobs. Still if I kept him at it my maid would quickly learn to do the task properly. Even by the time he started to paint my finger nails her had improved and the job he did was acceptable. I made a mental note, next time I would have a box of chocolates next to me on my dressing table. Their seemed to be something dreadfully decadent about scoffing chocolates whilst someone else painted your nails.

Once my nails were completed and whilst they dried I took Teddy through my make up routine. First he had to apply some foundation, then lay on my blusher. A hint of eye shadow, a touch of lipstick and I was done. I thought I'd leave the eye-liner for another time that was a bit more skilful.

When I was done Teddy bare steered me to the bed, lay me down on my stomach and returned to massaging my back and buttocks. It was so soothing, so relaxing; I drifted, dreaming. Had Teddy Bare mounted me and made love to me then and there I would have done nothing to resist. I fantasised he was lain between my legs gently bucking up and down as his cock rammed in an out of my hungry hole.

"Are you done now Auntie Christine?" he enquired gently.

"Oh yes thank you Teddy Bare, you may go now," and I promptly fell asleep. 

Sunday I was up bright and early. It was the next meeting of my walking group. We were travelling in a small coach to explore the area around Tarn Howes. The plan was to walk to Lake Coniston, double back around Esthwait water and then on to Lake Windermere. There we could cross the lake by ferry and walk up into Windermere village. A very pleasant day, all in all.

On the coach I sat by myself and read my latest book, some ghastly chick lit thing full of lurid sex interspersed with shopping, or shopping interspersed with lurid sex. When we arrived I found that Evelyn had joined me, fortunately for both of us Cheryl was away tending to one of little lambs: honestly you'd think that two thirty year old married sons could fend for themselves but with Cheryl around they were denied the opportunity.

As we strolled through the beautiful countryside she recounted her, admittedly very sad, tale. She had married after leaving school at eighteen, had had two daughters, both long since married and adored her husband Ronald. They had always done everything together so his death had been all the more devastating. He had died of kidney cancer which had gone undetected until a secondary brain tumour began to blur his vision and give him headaches. He had lived for just three years more. Three years of utter misery for poor Evelyn as she nursed her beloved knowing it was ultimately hopeless.

At first, she had confided, it was quite jolly in a macabre way. They went on all the holidays that they had planned, spending his considerable retirement pot as they went. Then he became too ill to travel. Now she was desperately lonely. This time when I invited her to my house I meant it and we fixed upon the following Wednesday. Teddy could come on Monday and Friday so that would not be a problem and I would bake her a tea to remember.

Like me she was a great reader but unlike me she was also very keen on sports and could not understand how I could exist without a television. When Ronald, her late husband, had been dying they had seen England play (cricket) in either India or Pakistan, in Australia and in the West Indies; genuine enthusiasts with money to spend and time to hoard. I tried to maintain a conversation but she soon realised that I had no idea about sport whatsoever. We returned to the topic of books, as I soon discovered she knew nothing about important things like music, gardening or baking. Despite our different interests we spent very truly memorable day together and I was greatly looking forwards to the following Wednesday afternoon.

Wednesday morning I baked quiches. Feed Evelyn? I could have fed an army by the time I was done. Bacon and egg flan, ham, spinach and goats cheese quiche, a caramelised red onion, Lancashire cheese and courgette open pie and a huge pavlova to finish. Naturally I had made a chocolate cake to greet her when she arrived. Evelyn turned up uncharacteristically cheerful, she too was clearly anticipating a very happy afternoon together and she had brought a bottle of chilled white wine with her. Chocolate cake and chardonnay is not a natural pairing but we forced ourselves to cram them down, somehow.

As we sipped out third glass I enquired, "you're not driving home, surely?"

"No, don't worry, I'll ring for a cab. You have got a telephone?" she quipped.

"Even a mobile, somewhere," I replied.

By the time it was time for me to make the tea I was not totally steady on my feet, I seldom drank alcohol and was not at all used to it. Despite this as we sat down to eat we opened a second bottle, one that I had bought. When we had done eating and got up to return the remains of the pavlova to the fridge I found that my poor head was spinning and Evelyn was looking distinctly unsteady too.

"Stay here the night," I suggested, "I'll make up the spare room."

"No, no," she insisted, "I'll get a cab."

"Don't be silly," I argued "it's no effort and you'll be really welcome, it ages since I had chance to have a chat over my breakfast." Then came my killer argument, "besides in the cellar I have a really good bottle of red and if you're staying we could open it now, let it breathe properly and then drink it later." Well once you're well down the second bottle a third seems like a really sensible proposition somehow. Evelyn must have felt the same way because her resistance evaporated.

I retrieved the bottle, opened it and left it on the runner on the sideboard, with a mat underneath naturally. As I sat down I shared the rest of the white between us. Evelyn began to tell me all about Ronald; I let her ramble on, she had been very good an had not mentioned him until then. She told me how wonderful and king and considerate and thoughtful and... He had been perfect, in all fairness he did sound to have been really nice, a good provider and a true and faithful husband. Eventually a somewhat maudlin Evelyn burst into tears.

I went across the settee, sat down next to her, wrapped my arms around her and drew her to me. She lay her head on against my ample bosom and sobbed gently. After a while she returned my embrace and we cuddled one another gently. Gradually her shoulders ceased to heave but she did not move, she was comforted and I expected that her good cry had cleansed her soul.

"I'll get the red," I whispered. I disentangled myself carefully and disappeared into the kitchen to fetch fresh glasses. When I returned Evelyn was sat upright repairing her makeup. I poured, took the glasses over and sat down next to her.

Out of the blue she said, "and he was good in bed. Really good. Mmm, this is nice wine. Right up until he became ill we made love four or five times a week, sometimes more and he always new just what to do to make me so gooey inside and all ready for him. He was really big you know and he would have hurt me if he were not careful. But when he penetrated me I could really feel him filling me up and I used to come so hard.

I sat there mesmerised, from nowhere Evelyn was suddenly telling me all about her sex life or rather her former sex life. Then I understood, crying had released her tensions, the drink her inhibitions and she was not simply lonely but very frustrated too. It would be a lie to say that I did not recall the thoughts I had had a few days earlier: that it would not matter who made me come, man or woman even. But I did not dwell on them and I was genuinely shocked when Evelyn grabbed me and planted a firm kiss upon my lips.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry. Christine, I'm really sorry. I was thinking of Ronald and you, you became Ronald. I'll call a cab right away!"

"Don't distress yourself Evelyn, we've both had far too much to drink already I'm know that it was all a silly mistake."

"It was," she replied guardedly, "but I still think I'd better go, I'll have a terrible head in the morning."

"Don't worry, lets drink lots of water and then I'll show you round the house so we keep off the booze for a bit." We staggered off to the kitchen, propping each as we swayed slightly. There we held a drinking contest of a different kind, which Evelyn eventually won, two and a half pints of water to my two. We were giggling like idiots as we climbed the stairs. I showed her my bedroom, the bathroom, unpacking a new toothbrush for her as we spoke. She was fascinated by my sewing room / study / making room, well it's huge an does for everything. Finally, I showed her the guest room. I found her towels, a dressing gown and even a nighty, although it was one of mine and two of her would have fitted inside with room to spare.

"You're so kind she exclaimed and so ready for guests. I wish I were this prepared all the time. I wouldn't dare show you my house, it's a tip. So what's in here?"

"Don'..." but I was too late she had entered the spare bedroom. 

"What a funny place to put an exercise bike," she remarked. "I would have put it in that corner near the bed. And this step, gosh it's so very high and your legs are shorter than mine! Why ever is your chair on a stage? This really is a very odd room you know."

I was too drunk and exhausted to think, I flopped down on the bed and patted the space next to me. Evelyn sat besides me and I slowly told her all about Teddy Bare. How it started with his voyeurism and his obsession with big navy blue knickers. How it grew from there until now, when I would sit in the chair and masturbate whilst he watched me through his binoculars. Then I explained that now he came round regularly and did anything I asked him to do, I even confessed to my blackmailing him.

When my tale was done Evelyn sat deep in thought for a long while. "My word" she said, "you are lucky aren't you. He'll do anything?"

"Well, he'll suck my toes when I've still got my stockings on and he likes to lick my pussy through my knickers, especially if I've had them on for days. He knows how to make me really randy and then how to satisfy me after that. I'm even training him as a maid now, I've made a uniform for him, it's in the attic.

"First let's see your outfit, but I do want to see you pedalling in your big navy knickers and your bra with holes in, it sounds hilarious."

I pouted, "you're wicked. You really are."

"Yes but it sounds so odd, I just want to see what it looks like; please, pretty please with cream on. Men they're so odd."

So after we had returned to the attic and I had shown her the maid's outfit I had concocted, I went to my bedroom and changed into my exercise clothes for her. When I returned to the spare room Evelyn had closed the curtains, after all she now knew only to well that we could be spied upon and she too stripped down the her bran and lacy panties. "It's only fair, you do the bike I'll do the step," but then she ruined it all by breaking down helpless with laughter. "Teddy Bare finds that sexy? It's hilarious. I'm sorry but it looks so odd: men!" We even did our exercises, twenty minutes, me on the bike Evelyn on the step: she must have been incredibly fit. But then I remembered she was not just a member of our walking circle, she belonged to a hill and fell walking group who took on some devilish high and steep hills.

"Last glass of wine then bed?" I queried once we were done.

"Why not," Evelyn replied. Aside from being a little breathless she was as cool as a cucumber, whereas I was all hot and dank. Even thought the alcohol had slowed me down dramatically it and the exercise had been more than enough to set me sweating profusely.

We donned our dressing gowns and went back downstairs, not to finish the wine off but to drink lots more water. Evelyn had quite recovered from the shock of Teddy Bare and in return told me a little of some of the exploits she and Ronald had been up to. Clearly a woman who loved teasing men. Still I had done many of the same things to my Arthur when he was alive and it sounded as if Ronald had enjoyed them every bit as much as Arthur had.

As we clambered upstairs to retire I remarked, "Phew, I'm going to have a shower before bed, I'm all disgusting and drippy, do want to brush your teeth first?" 

"It's OK I'll pinch one of the books in there and read for half an hour or so. I'm too, well... I'm too something to sleep just yet. You go ahead."

I had been under the shower for just a couple of minutes when there was a frantic knocking on the door. "Come in it's not locked," I yelled.

"Sorry," Christine blurted, "I'm desperate for the loo. All that water just got to me."

"Help yourself, " I called from inside the huge shower cubicle.

"Oh thanks," and judging from the noise she made she was desperate. "That's a huge shower," Evelyn commented. "Do you mind if I go in after you?"

"No not at all, help yourself. If your not shy there's plenty of room for both of us." Seconds later a naked Evelyn joined me under the steaming water. As I said she was taller than me and much slimmer. Her breasts were small yet still exhibiting the first signs of sag. Her nipples were odd, tight round red areolae but then some of the longest and fullest teats I had ever seen. I had had my doubts but she was a natural blonde. For her age, she was older than me, she was still a fine figure of a woman.

I was beginning to finish up anyway, rinsing the soap away when she asked, "would you like me to soap your back, Ronald used to love that."

I was about to decline politely when I thought, 'oh what the hell'. "That would be nice thank you," was my actual response. Evelyn was good too. First she massaged my shoulders until I was nice and loose. Next she did indeed rub my back concentrating initially upon my spine but then working down either side of the vertebrae.

"Ronal used to love this. Then he would do it back to me. He would work down my buttocks like this." She began to knead my two enormous buns pulling them apart to expose the innards of my secret crack and then allowing them to come back together to conceal my other little hole. It felt so good and so relaxing that I leant back slightly.

"I used to do that," Evelyn whispered dreamily and when I did Ronal would slide his hands up and squeeze my breasts," and that is exactly what she did. She came to with a start, "Oh my God! Oh dear. Sorry, sorry. I got carried away again. Sorry I get all dreamy when I think about Ronald."

"It's all right I soothed," actually I was becoming quite slippery between my legs and it had nothing to do with either soap or water. "To show no hard feelings I'll soap your back for you." I did my best to copy what she had done to me but I was nowhere near so proficient. Still as I opened and closed the crack of her bum she leant back against me, far away in some dream world. I slid my hands up her torso and tweaked her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. She leant back further, so far that I had to support her, she was definately elsewhere.

"Did Ronald do this next?" And I slid one hand down and began to rub over the top of her mons.

"Oh yes," she moaned, "just like that to start with. Then he would slip a finger between my lips..."

"What like this?" as I slid a finger between her lips and began to run it round and round her little love bud.

"Oh that's so good. Oh yes. I need this. Oh yes, don't stop. Please Christine, please keep going"

"Shall we go to my bed and finish this off properly?" I whispered.

"Well I've never. Oh yes. I've not done it with. Mmmm - Yes let's!"

We didn't even bother to dry, just grabbed two huge fluffy bath towels and hurled them over my bed. "You first I whispered, lie back and I'll get my little toy. It beats any man I've ever met!"

Evelyn said nothing, just relaxed and lay back looking like the cat that had just eaten the canary. It was a different story when I hit her clitoris with my powerful silver vibrator though and took one of her engorged teats in my mouth and nipped it playfully with my teeth. I swear those teats of hers are almost an inch long when they become fully erect. That night they were projected to their fullest extent, dark red and engorged with hot coursing blood. When I parted the distended lips of her sex her slot was slick with her moisture and a huge dollop of thick white cream was collecting below her glistening feminine orifice.